Love is a strange thing, you never know when it's gonna hit you, and when it does you can't do anything about it. For me, Love was a difficult thing to come by. I never let myself get attached to those feelings. Or I at least try not to. Now there's a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. I don't like either. I mean, I always wished that I could be in love with someone, or have someone be in love with me, or have some love me in general. But when your annoying, ugly, stupid, weird, etc. That doesn't really tend to happen. Or so I thought.
I didn't expect this year to be so different, I didn't except this new family to be so different. I didn't except anything to change, it never does. But honestly, I'm glad it did.
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The Meaning of Love
Teen FictionEcho Kimberland, a 15 year old girl has been in foster care since she was 7 due to her alcoholic father. She has been jumped to many families many times and hasn't gotten to get attached to any feelings knowing that they wouldn't last. But that all...
